Zhe Yanshi hurriedly changed into casual clothes and brought dozens of old guards to the corner gate where Zhao Huan was. However, he saw that Zhao Huan's face turned pale and looked angry. He was shocked and rushed forward and asked, "Your Majesty's face was unhappy, but what was the collision?"

Zhao Huan forced a smile and replied, "It doesn't matter. He just ran into a hedgehog in the dark of the corner gate and was shocked."

Zhe Yanshi still doubted that there were many animals in the harem, and there were many grasslands and rocks. It was not surprising that there was a hedgehog. However, how to run to the corner gate of the front hall made of bricks and stones was really incredible.

Besides, Zhao Huan's face did not seem to be frightened.

He was suspicious, but he was very alert. He looked around and dozens of people stood around him. He knew that he was inconvenient to speak, so he immediately replied: "Since Your Majesty is frightened, do you still have to go out?"

Zhao Huan sneered: "Of course, I'm afraid that these mere things will not work!"

He was unhappy and Zhe Yanshi didn't dare to say anything else, so he had to bow and agree. Following Zhao Huan, the group of people also held silk lanterns and walked out of the palace gate. After walking for another half an hour, they all lit up after leaving the so-called imperial city.

Sitting on the headlights, ball lights, spear silk lights, sun and moon lights, poetry silk lights, mirror lights, word lights, horse riding lights, wind lights, water lights, glass lights, shadow lights, squad lights, Liushanzi lights, all kinds of skillful lamps, Pingjiang Yushan lights, Luosi lamps, sand play lights, fire iron lamps, a lamp, seafood lights, red lights in the hall...

It seemed that the stars in the sky flipped into the ground and turned into thousands of lamps, shining and shining everywhere. Compared with the lantern market in this street market, the thousands of lamps in the imperial city were insignificant.

Although Zhao Huan had been a human being for two years, had a deep experience, and was full of anger just now, he couldn't help but smile. Looking at the many lighting decorations, the crowds were bustling with people, the beautiful and elegant ladies Luo Fan Shengxiang and the brilliance of the *** brilliance. Although he was in Chang'an of the Song Dynasty in the twelfth century, such ingenious work and art will never allow the so-called neon lights in later generations.

He smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, looking at the wonders of the world that he had seen for the first time in his life. At this moment, in Chang'an City, whether it was the streets or the alleys, there were lights everywhere, as bright as daytime. Countless people were smiling like Zhao Huan on their faces, strolling in the Chang'an Lantern City, or having three or five friends just left the restaurant, with a little drunkenness, surrounded by poetry and silk lanterns, pointing at the calligraphy and paintings on the lamp, or frowning. They guessed the mystery on the lamp: either they were a group of 28 girls.

He laughed and joking, although he was talking about the glass eight-treasure lamps, his eyes were flowing. He glanced at the handsome young men with passionate words: either the whole family was traveling together, the children rode on the shoulders of the adults, shouting to see the characters on the shadow puppet lamp.

At this time, Zhao Huan was really Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden. Although he knew that the Song Dynasty was an era of highly developed commodity economy in China, he really never thought that the lantern market in Chang'an was so magnificent and colorful.

In addition to the large and small lantern markets hung by colored sheds, a Glazed Lantern Mountain was also set up in the center of the city. Zhao Huan looked at it and saw that the lamp mountain was more than five meters high and was decorated with colorful buildings. The inside of the lanterns were decorated with characters who could be moved by mechanisms. There was also a hall standing at the highest point of the lantern Mountain, laying a five-color Glazed Pavilion. The pavilion was filled with balls and scripts playing with dragons and flowers. On the center of the hall, there were characters in novels with legendary stories and stories. Outside it, there were dragons and phoenixes spraying water, which was lifelike.

The Chang'an government office and the palace province surrounded the large thorns like a pot. In the thorns, there were many wooden statues of immortals, Buddhas, chariots and horses. There were long poles dozens of feet high. On the poles were statues of hundreds of operas, which were flying in the wind, like gods floating in the sky. There were music sheds beside the thorns, which were specially used for musicians worshipped in each thorns. There were many skilled artists who spit out fire and fly swords and perform various unique skills...

Under the various colors, there were hundreds of dancers, dozens of young dancers performing dances. On the second floor of each major wine lamp, there were many officials and nobles who were booked by them and summoned dancers to perform dances in the street under the wine lamp. Most of them were young girls, wearing strange clothes, and their white jade-like faces looked more gentle under the forehead. The graceful figure danced with the shadow of the lamp. Wherever there were dancers, there must be three layers inside and three layers outside, and the surroundings were scattered.

Zhao Huan was looking at the ground with a relaxed and happy feeling, but he heard not far from his ears. Someone whispered softly: "The furry raccoon hat covered the plum's forehead, and the golden cicada slim hairpin was narrow."

The sound was a young female voice, which was crisp and pleasant, making Zhao Huan ashamed.

He looked at this scene by himself, his face was dull, and a group of guards thought he was writing poems in his heart. In fact, if he could see through him, he would be shocked.

Except: "So good, beautiful, so cool."

Zhao Huan actually had no words to praise this wonderful scenery and characters. He also graduated from a serious undergraduate degree and was obsessed with many literary classics from ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, but he really couldn't remember how to praise the grand scene in front of him.

The girl beside her, with only ten words, portraying the scene vividly.

He turned his head and saw a young girl with a silver plate and apricot. Her figure was not very tall, but she was delicate and orderly. Every move was even more straightforward and neat. Although she was wearing a thick big cloak, she could not hide her heroic posture.

Zhao Huan has seen many beautiful women, but this girl's demeanor is very different from the gentleness and gracefulness of ordinary women, so Zhao Huan was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Zhao Huan staring at him, the girl glanced at him, then smiled and turned her head, and joked with the female companions around her.

This group of girls is obviously the daughters of officials and ordinary women wear ordinary lanterns. This group of girls is dressed in luxurious clothes, and even the lighting on their bodies is tied into money threads. The cage is jumped with gold threads and silver threads, making it more colorful and elegant.

Zhao Huan smiled slightly, thinking that it was not surprising that men and women were defending each other, but it was not surprising that they were about to turn around and leave, but a group of young men in green shirts tied with moths on their foreheads laughed and jokingly surrounded the girls. After a few words, they accompanied the girls to leave together. What's more, two or three couples were already holding hands and very intimate.

Seeing Zhao Huan staring blankly, a young guard smiled and said, "The official family hasn't been to hook up just now, otherwise I would see that the best smile at the official family and will definitely succeed."

Zhao Huan said: "Nothing is nonsense, what kind of morality is this?" He felt very regretful. Zhao Huan's body is both good and his demeanor is extraordinary. I am afraid that if he used the methods of picking up girls back then, he would definitely be much better than that group of miserable green boys.

Hearing him clear, several indecent guards laughed and said, "What's this? I don't know how many men and women elope at the Lantern Festival, and there are even many places outside the city and there are no care about these many."

Zhao Huan knew at this time that although Neo-Confucianism had already flourished in the Northern Song Dynasty, in fact, due to the development of commodity economy and the most basic citizen class, interpersonal relationships were not rigid and rigid, nor were they as inhumane as later generations imagined. Eloping and choosing a son-in-law by themselves were not unimaginable heresy in this era.

He was regretting in his heart, but he heard Zhe Yanshi scolding: "Don't talk nonsense. There were many acquaintances among men and women just now, so that's how could the ladies from a family be so nonsense!"

The boss scolded him like this, and of course the rest of the people did not dare to talk nonsense anymore. They all stuck out their tongues and shut up.

Zhao Huan was interesting to hear and waved his hand quickly, so that Zhe Yanshi would not have to restrain everyone. While walking, he listened to the nonsense of the guards, and then looked at the dreamy lanterns and flower decorations, as if he was dreaming in the sky.

After a few more streets, although the lights are as beautiful as the picturesque scenery, Zhao Huan estimated that the time was almost time. He smiled and said, "Forget it, although I am full of energy, my eyes are sore and soft. Let's turn it back."

He wanted to go back, so naturally everyone didn't say anything. They walked around now, but turned back towards the palace.

While walking, I ran into a group of young men and women who had just arrived, gathered in front of a group of horse-riding lanterns and talked loudly.

Zhao Huan had a ghost in his heart, so he could not help but get closer and listen to what they were talking about.

A little closer, I heard the girl who was reciting the poem just now laughing and pointing at a pair of lamp paintings, saying, "Your Majesty is surrounded by hundreds of people, and the gun is stinging the spear and knocking back the golden dog one by one? This painting is too exaggerated, but I don't believe it."

"In the battle of Luoyang, Your Majesty did lead the way, and many people in the army said that Your Majesty was very good at riding and shooting. He even shot General Liu with an arrow near Tongguan. How could he not be sure?"

"That's the reason. If Your Majesty had not been good at martial arts, could he come to the Arshi Ten Thousand People's Formation without any harm?"

Before the girl finished speaking, there were already several people next to her talking and refuting.

When everyone was talking about him, Zhao Huan became even more interested. He was a little closer. He saw that on the huge lantern, he painted many of his deeds in the battle between Fuping. Although the painter did not dare to draw like Zhao Huan himself, he was wearing a yellow robe and riding a white horse, but he could not be anyone else.

Those lanterns were pulled back and forth by the lantern ropes, from the battle between the cavalry in the Luoyang during the Fuping War, all featured Zhao Huan as the protagonist. In the picture of the battle in Luoyang, Zhao Huan was even more heroic and very tall. He rode on a horse. There were many ugly and vulgar Jin people around him, who were driven away by Zhao Huan and spears.
Chapter completed!